The office was silent now, except for Sky’s soft, shaky breaths against Xavier’s chest. She was wrecked, ruined, completely f*****g gone, her body still trembling, her p***y still clenched tight around his c**k even as exhaustion weighed her down.
Xavier smirked, his fingers trailing up her thigh, possessively gripping her ass, holding her in place, making sure she didn’t move.
Mine.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Not yet.
Dante let out a low chuckle from across the room, finally sinking into one of the leather chairs like he hadn’t just walked in on the filthiest scene of his life. His legs stretched out lazily, his whiskey glass dangling from his fingers, his eyes flicking back to Sky with an entertained smirk.
“f**k, X,” Dante murmured, swirling his drink. “Where the hell did you find
